And then a three-day weekend!
Yeah, you wish you were me, but only I’m me.
Anyway, sorry for not posting for a while, but I hand a mini-vacation. I know I should have put up something for Independence Day, but I like to think that my postings everyday are my profession of a deep love for America. Actually, I’m so often professing my love for America that SarahK keeps shouting, “Stop talking about America.”
And when I said America’s name in bed the other day… well, that was awkward.
Where was I? Oh yeah, I’ll try and come up with some funny stuff now. Also, I’ll write some more parts to Hellbender. How many people are reading that? So far, I don’t think it’s turning out as well as Superego, but I’ll keep pushing through.
Be honorable, ronin.
How do you live with him, Sarah?
btw – did ya’ll get to see the shuttle launch, live and in person?
i was reading it…until i realized that it may go on forever…
Answer mr. vacation, Frank (if that really is your name).
or maybe Andrew C. nytimes, (if that really is your name)
You’ve seen one shuttle launch, you’ve seen them all.
Except for that one Challenger launch; that one was different.
Frank J: Bull hockie! All the space launches are as unique as a snow flake you petulant whippersnapper! Many people consider me the best remembered journalist for my commentary and enthusiastic coverage of the historic progression of missions from the early Mercury launches, through the ground-breaking Gemini missions, to the Apollo 11 and subsequent moon landings. I am sure many of your readers remember that memorable moment in 1967 as I covered the first launch of America’s Saturn 5 moon rocket from our press site located three miles from the pad. I gave a rapid-fire commentary on the beginning of this important mission, and then turned partially away from the camera. “The roar is shaking the studio”, I exulted, my voice rich with excitement that rapidly shifted to anxiety: “The window is coming loose!” I reached out his right arm, against the window, and held it in place as the rocket climbed skywards and the rumble faded. FrankJ, I can tell you those were heady days.
And who can forget several years later when after Apollo 11 had succeeded in 1969, Soviet officials declared they had never intended to send men to the Moon, and I, along with many Western journalists aided in the promotion of the notion that Apollo had been an empty victory in a one-sided race. It had been a pointless, expensive stunt, one that Moscow had wisely chosen to forego. “It turned out there never had been a race to the Moon,” I told my audience, unconsciously endorsing Moscow’s public posturing about not ever being serious about manned lunar flight (and pulling the rug out from under the geopolitical significance of the project). Ha.ha,ha. Of course, several years later this was proven to be unture, but I’m a journalist damn it and I can’t be held accountable for my lies and inaccuracies.
Well FrankJ (if that really is your name), now you know– the rest of the story. And that’s the way it is, and was.
Of course I’m reading Hellbender, Frank! Come on, there’s plenty of us out here who like your serial fiction…I think. Well, at least I do. And no, so far it’s not Superego, but I remain amused and intrigued by where it may go. Keep it up. And if they keep up Baen’s Universe, you should try for a short story there (over and over, until Eric Flint or whoever’s editing gives up and publishes you).